Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1887-03-21

ness. They stopped at your house you
had gone around to spend the evening.
They sent kindly message; somehow, by
accident, you did not get it. The life
boat Of the Gospel swept through the surf
and everybody seemed to get in but you
Everything seemed to escape you. One
touch OF personal sympathy would have
pushed you into the kingdom Of God
When on communion-day your friends
went in and your sons and daughters went
into the church, you buried your face in
your handkerchief and sobbed: "why
am ! left out? Everybody seems to get
saved but me. No man cares for my soul.
Hearken to
A REVELATION
have to make. 1t is startling state
ment. 1t will so surprise you that must
prove it as / go on. Instead of this total
indifference all about you, in regard to
your soul, have to tell you that heaven,
earth and hell are after your immortal
spirit. Earth to cheat it. He'll 10 destroy
it. Heaven to redeem il. Although you
may he a stranger to the Christians in
this house, their faces would glow and
their hearts would bound if they saw you
make one step heayenward. So intricate
and far-reachlng is this web of sympathy
that l could by one word rouse a great
many prayers in your behalf No one
care for your soul! Why, one signal of
distress on your part would thrill this
audience with holy excitement. If a boat
in any harbor should get in distress, from
the men of war, and from the sloops, and
| from the steamers, the flying paddles
would pull to the rescue. And if now,
you would lift one signal of distress, all
these yoyagers of eternity would bear
down toward you and bring you relief.
But no. You are like ship on fire at
sea. They keep the matches down, and
the captain is frenzied, and he
gives orders that no one hail the passing
ship. He says: 81 shall either land this
vessel in Hamburg or on the bottom of the
ocean, and l don't care which" Yonder
is ship of the White Star Line passing
Yonder one OF the National Line. Yonder
one of the Cunard Line. Eonder one of
the Inman Line. But they know not there
is any calamity happening on that one
vessel. Oh! if the captain would only pat
his trumpet to his lip and cry ont:
Lower your boats! Bear down this way!
We are burning up! Fire! Fire. No
No. No signal is given. If that vessel
perishes, having hailed no one, whose fault
will it be? Will it he the fault of the ship
that hid its calamity, or will it be the
fault Of the vessels that, passing on the
high seas, would have been glad to furnish
relief lift had been only asked? In other
words, my brother, if you miss heaven it
will be your own fault.
No one care for your soul! Why, i'll all
the ages there have been men whose entire
business was
sOUL-SAVING.
In this work, MunsOn went down under
the knives of the cannbals whom he had
come to save, and Robert McCheyne
preached himseftO death by thirty years
Of age, and John Bunyan was thrown into
dungeon in Bedfordshire, and Jehudi
Ashman endured all the malarias of the
African jungle; and there are hundreds and
thousands Of Christian men and women
now who are praying, tOiling, preaching,
living dying to save souls.
No one care for your soul! Have you
heard how Christ feels about it? | know
it was only five or six miles from Bethe-
hem to Calvary-the birthplace and the
death-place of Christ-but who can tell
how many miles it was from the throne to
the manger? How many miles down, how
many miles back again? The place of His
departure was the focus Of all splendor and
pomp. All the thrones facing His throne.
His name the chorus in every
song and the inscription on every
amer. His landing place n
| cattle-pen, malOderous with unwashed
brutes, and dogs growing in and ont of
the stable. Born of weary mother who
had iourneyed eighty miles in severe I'M
health that she might find the right place
for the Lords nativity-born, not as other
princes, under the flash of chandler,
but under lantern swung by rope to
the roof of the barn. In that place Christ
started to save you. Your name, your
face, your, time, your eternity, in Christ's
mind. Sometimes travelling on mules
back 10 escape old Herods massacre,
sometimes attempting nervous sleep on
the chilly hillside, sometimes earning his
breakfast by the carpentry of a plough.
In Quarantania the stones of the field, by
their shape and color, looking like the
loaves of bread, tantalizing his hunger.
Yet all the time keeping on after you.
With drenchcd coat treadiug the surf of
Genessaret H0weled after by a
bloOd-thirsty mob. Denounced a. a
drunkard. Mourning over doomed city,
while others shouted at the sight OF the
shimmering towers. All the time coming
on and coming on TO save you. Indicted
as being a traitor against government,
perjured witnesses swearing their souls
away to insure his butchery. Flogged,
spit on, slapped in the face, and then
hoisted on rough lumber, in the sight OF
earth, and heaven, and hell, to purchase
your eternal emancipation. From the
| first infant step to the last step of man
hood on the sharp spike of Calvary, n
| journey for you. Oh, how he cared for
your soul! by dolorOus arithmetic add
up the stable, the wintry tempest, the
midnight dampness, the abstinence of
| forty DAYS from food, the brutal Sanhed-
rim, the heights of GOlgOtha. across which
all the hatreds of earth, and all the fures
of hell charged with their bayonets, and
ond then dare to say to say again tn at no
one cares for your soul.
| \ yonng man
MIGHT AS WELL
90 off from home and give his father and
mother no intimatiOn as TO where he has
gone, and crossing the seas, sitting down in
some foreign country, cold, sick and hun
CRY and lonely, saying, "My father and
mother don't care anything about me. !"
Don't care anythin about him! Why, that
fathers hair has turned gray since mis- sOn
went off. He has written to all the con-
suls in the foreign ports, asking about that
son. Does not the mother care anything
about him? He has broken her heart. She
has never smiled since he went away. All
day long and almost all night she keeps
asking where is he? Where can he be?'
He is the first thought in her prayer and
the last thought in her prayer-the first
thought in the morning and the last at
night She says, "Oh God, bring back my
boy! must see him again before die.
Where is he? ! must see him again before
| die" Oh, do not his father and mother
care for him? You 90 away from your
Heavenly Father, and
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